Zhao Pei snatched the jade pendant from You An's hand and rubbed it carefully for a long time, and suddenly burst into tears. You An was startled and asked her carefully: "Pei..." As soon as she said a word, Zhao Pei held the jade pendant tightly with tears in her eyes, raised her head, and ran in the direction where her master uncle left regardless of everything.
Zhao Pei held the jade pendant tightly and walked quickly into the lobby, but she didn't see anyone. She looked around, with only one thought in her mind: find him, find him, find him... .
After passing through several courtyards, she still couldn't see him. Zhao Pei gritted her teeth and walked quickly towards Zhitong's courtyard. She had passed by there countless times and brushed shoulders with him countless times, but why did she miss him like that? Why did she find out the clues only now? Why did she see the truth only now
On the way, he met Ji Jijiang. Ji Jijiang saw that she was completely wet, pale, not sure if it was rain or tears, and her trembling lips were mumbling something complicated. He was startled and hurried forward to hold her cold hand: "Zhao Pei, what's wrong with you?"
Zhao Pei shook off his hand and kept repeating: "Find him, I must find him. I know him, I know... I saw him."
Ji Jiang had a bad feeling in his heart and held her hand tightly. Zhao Pei pushed him away fiercely, turned around and disappeared in the increasingly dense rain. Ji Jiang staggered a few steps, wiped the rain off his face, and chased after her while cursing inwardly.
Zhao Pei walked through most of the Yaoguang Temple, but she still couldn't see the figure in white. Could it be... it was just a dream. Was everything just now fake...? She tightened the jade pendant in her hand, and the edge of the jade pendant pierced her palm, causing unbearable pain. Blood dripped from her palm, mixing with the rain and slowly fading.
Her legs were shaking uncontrollably, and her heart was about to jump out of her chest. She ran through several yards and bumped into someone when she turned a corner. She ran fast, and the impact was not small. She took a few steps back and lost her balance. Fortunately, the person grabbed her arm and she didn't fall to the ground.
When she looked up, her whole body trembled violently. Her heart, pierced and stirred by a blunt instrument, finally broke into pieces and dripped down.
What she saw was him.
His face was as gentle and soft as before, and his eyes were still as clear and dust-free as the bright moonlight. The years could not disturb him, and time could not destroy him. It was just like in many dreams, one glance was unforgettable, and another glance was unforgettable.
The man who had appeared in her life since she was fourteen, the man who cruelly left her when she was twenty, the culprit who had banished her to her memories for half her life. And now, he was standing in front of her in good health.
Zhao Pei was frightened. She struggled to break free from his arms and stumbled back several steps, looking at him in disbelief. She couldn't see the flashing emotions in his eyes, those feelings, those guilt, those waves. His thin lips, which seemed to want to speak but stopped, opened and closed several times but were silent. The hazy smoke and clouds were filled with the love, hatred and sorrow of the past.
“Deshi…?” Zhao Pei called out uncertainly.
But I clearly heard him say softly: "I'm sorry... I..." Before he finished speaking, there was an unusually loud "pop" sound.
Zhao Pei raised his palm high, his palm was burning with pain. Time froze at that moment, he tilted his head slightly, and a red mark slowly appeared on his face.
"I hate you... I hate you! I hate you! I hate you... Aren't you dead? Aren't you dead? You..." Zhao Pei retreated and shouted with all her might, as if the louder she shouted, the deeper her hatred became. Xiao Tong stood there, silent. His thick eyelashes drooped slightly, hiding all the emotions and thoughts that were about to flow out. I'm sorry, Pei Pei. I know that in this life, I have failed you so much.
Zhao Pei retreated again and again, wanting to turn around and run away, but she no longer had the strength. She once again stared at the figure that lingered in her dream, and felt the dull pain and swelling in her palms, and she actually laughed softly. Xiao Tong... Why did you appear...
She slowly collapsed in the arms of Ji Jiang who had just caught up with her, and it was unclear whether she was crying or laughing.
"Ji Jiang, you already knew it, didn't you?" Zhao Pei asked this question lightly, but it was a complete statement. Ji Jiang looked at the man standing there in a daze and gritted his teeth secretly. (To be continued)